Nolan and Travis are very nearly “fucked out” after their whirlwind introduction to the world of gay luxury resorts, yet their time at the Pink Lotus didn’t achieve their aim of scattering the ashes of Nolan’s beloved Carlotta. But is all that about to change? When the helpful concierge, Occitan Prince, asks Nolan to check his suitcase one more time, Nolan’s amazed to find the tiny crematory urn of his beloved.
And far from being a mother or dear relative, he reveals to the hotel staff that Carlotta was his darling chihuahua, inviting Occitan to come to the beach for the scattering of her little ashes. The threesome wish Carlotta a happy journey up the rainbow bridge, and Occitan invites Travis and Nolan to a bedroom playtime that will make them even happier. Offering a juicy blowjob to Travis while he’s giving his ass to Nolan, Occitan is the perfect example of hotel service with more than a smile. He takes turns swallowing down both Nolan’s and Travis’ big American cocks.
Lying back with legs spread wide, he welcomes both his guests to fill up his hungry asshole. Like the Tower of Babel, this hotel suite is a cacophony of sex talk in English and Occitan’s native French. Once Travis sprays his sperm, Occitan’s booty is leaking a big creamy load. And Nolan bids his final goodbye to the pink Lotus with a sticky wad aimed right into the concierge’s handsome face. “Welcome to the Pink Lotus,” he purrs in his sexy Frenchified English.
